Saturday, February 21, 2015

Sounds Like Camp Granada

At the beginning of the week, one of the part-timers in my department at work started a new job... he called me on his first day to tell me that he didn't think he'd last more than one pay period. He didn't like the work, and he described his supervisors as a bunch of cowboys who sped around the site. Luckily for me, his new job didn't interfere with his weekend hours, because the department is spread thin as it is.

Today, he called me to tell me that he'd had a complete 180 on the job. He made his displeasure with his position known to his supervisor on the new job and was given a pretty cushy gig on the spot, which to me indicates that the organization is probably understaffed. Most workplaces are understaffed these days- there are layoffs and attrition, but the workload never diminishes. Yes, Corporate America has figured out how to get blood from a turnip. Corporations are people, my friend- really, really shitty people.

At any rate, my co-worker's turnaround on the new job reminds me of Camp Granada:

I told my co-worker that he deserves his cushy new gig- he's paid his dues, if not to the new organization, in an existential sense. Come to think of it, his new situation with us, working in a pretty spot for eight hours out of the weekend is pretty cushy too... except when it's not.

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The Big Bad Bald Bastard is a character played by Monsieur _______ of the City of Y______. The role of the Bastard is a handy one to play on subways, walking the streets, and in dive-bars, when being a nerdy, bookish sort is not to one's advantage.